Fuck Your Culture Songtext
von $uicideboy$

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(Glock tight, smoked-) Ooh-ooh

Come in this bitch, I′m flooding, gunning
Running with the devils, mane
Triple the six up, fuck my bitch up
Flipping crucifixes mane
Spawn of Satan riding with a couple weapons on 'em
2-11, tossed from heaven, junkie creeping out a coma


Tell me how you want it
Demons clinching on my heart, boy
Creeping in the 7th
Down that motherfucking St. Bernard
Overdosed on heroin, too much Xanny, God can′t stand me
Fuck a standard, fuck your culture, motherfuck a fucking Grammy

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(Glock tight, smoked out) Ay, Romeo
(Glock tight, smoked out) Romeo

There's a dozen rotten bouquets, on top of the two graves
I'm digging ′til I′ve dug 'em, one for me and one for you baby
Totaled the new Mercedes, so I copped another Benz
Trappin′ like I chew bait, unsheathe the blue blade
And place it right beside your neck

Hol' up, what the fuck you know of
Pullin′ the wool off of the wolf and facing facts sober?
These last few months, bitch I never left the sofa
Patiently waiting, the venom is fading
Yeah I'm a king cobra


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